"…Is everything alright?" Brian asked, staring at Triston, who looked tense. Triston turned to look at him with blood dripping out of his fingers and landing on the floor.
"W-what happened?" Brian asked with a worried expression, walking toward Triston, trying to grab his injured arm, but Triston moved his hand out of his way. He was standing close to the bed.
"Logan... Logan is the culprit; he is the one that planned an attack on my pack!" Triston said, raising his voice. He grabbed a handful of Brian’s shirts and pulled him closer to him.
"He attacked my pack! I am not going to spare him; I am going to make his life a living hell!" Triston said, with his eyes blood red and veins popping on his neck, "Logan is going to pay for this. I am not going to be defeated." Triston said, gritti
